I cried my eyes out when I arrived in the UK, a refugee.
I remember the policeman at immigration control looking down at me, a lost and distraught young African girl. He'd caught me with a forged $100 bill. I tried to explain, "I didn't know it was fake."
The Idi Amin dictatorship in Uganda meant we were forced to buy black-market money.
I thought my luck had run out, and I was going to prison.